Darth Vazela
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@[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Jacen Cavill"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
Darth Vazela lifted the cowl of his hood as he disembarked from the Lambda-class transport. The hover of it's impulse engines alerted the Sith Lord that it had returned to the space station that laid in orbit of Korriban. Desert dunes were laid out across the area, disappeared behind a large mountain canyon that, built inside and protruding from it, was the Grand Sith Temple. Wearing his dark, hooded robe, Vazela disappeared into the vast darkness inside the structure after crossing it's threshold.
As he navigated it's long, vast hallway, he reflected on the many times he had been here. Forty years ago, he had first been inducted into the Sith Order by his Sith Master, now long departed and in Chaos. Four decades later, he had met with the Shadow Emperor, Darth Voracitos; and that meeting, upon his revelation of existence to the galactic eye and notice of other Sith within it's galaxy, had triggered a set of events that not even he had foresaw. The search of a Sith Apprentice, her subsequent loss, the ascendancy to the mantle of Sith Lord and so on. It had been a benefit for him to acquire the mantle of Sith Lord, set up contact with Sith such as Tyrin Ardik, who's ascension to Dark Lord of the Sith had opened the path to Sith Lordship and he had become a prominent, although recent member, of the Sith Order.
But he had lost the way, caught up in the schemes and plots of other Sith as he sought those that would, eventually, serve him. Now it was time to enact and begin his own schemes. In Darkness, Sith would congregate, meet and discuss the proposal that Darth Vazela had for them. Whether they would receive their invitation in nearby or distant star systems or even the Temple in which he had entered, they would come.
Lowering himself into the throne, once used by the Dark Council that had served Emperor Vitiate several centuries ago, Vazela rested his arms along it's arm rests and waited, closing his eyes and meditating on the dark side of the Force.
Darth Vazela lifted the cowl of his hood as he disembarked from the Lambda-class transport. The hover of it's impulse engines alerted the Sith Lord that it had returned to the space station that laid in orbit of Korriban. Desert dunes were laid out across the area, disappeared behind a large mountain canyon that, built inside and protruding from it, was the Grand Sith Temple. Wearing his dark, hooded robe, Vazela disappeared into the vast darkness inside the structure after crossing it's threshold.
As he navigated it's long, vast hallway, he reflected on the many times he had been here. Forty years ago, he had first been inducted into the Sith Order by his Sith Master, now long departed and in Chaos. Four decades later, he had met with the Shadow Emperor, Darth Voracitos; and that meeting, upon his revelation of existence to the galactic eye and notice of other Sith within it's galaxy, had triggered a set of events that not even he had foresaw. The search of a Sith Apprentice, her subsequent loss, the ascendancy to the mantle of Sith Lord and so on. It had been a benefit for him to acquire the mantle of Sith Lord, set up contact with Sith such as Tyrin Ardik, who's ascension to Dark Lord of the Sith had opened the path to Sith Lordship and he had become a prominent, although recent member, of the Sith Order.
But he had lost the way, caught up in the schemes and plots of other Sith as he sought those that would, eventually, serve him. Now it was time to enact and begin his own schemes. In Darkness, Sith would congregate, meet and discuss the proposal that Darth Vazela had for them. Whether they would receive their invitation in nearby or distant star systems or even the Temple in which he had entered, they would come.
Lowering himself into the throne, once used by the Dark Council that had served Emperor Vitiate several centuries ago, Vazela rested his arms along it's arm rests and waited, closing his eyes and meditating on the dark side of the Force.